Disclaimer: I don't own Aladdin. Halo owns half of the story.

A/N: The last chapter ended on a bit of a cliffhanger, in my opinion. This is one of the funnier chapters that I had partial credit of the plot in, so here it goes!

Chapter 15

A Whole New World

(Jafar)

At the time, I had no idea what had happened.

One minute, I was at the Sultana's side, standing on the throne's platform and helping Her Royal Majesty to go through papers about a certain peasant revolt near Agrabah that might endanger the people. The next, it was dark, musty, and uncomfortable.

I had no idea where I was, and naturally thought that I was going insane. All I knew was that I was in a small, cramped space that smelled bad and was made of something hard but bendable and was extremely dark. My neck was bent over my knees, and my hands pinned behind me. There was a fiery ache in my shoulders and backbone already. But the moment that I figured out where I was…well, I wished that I hadn't.

I was in a cardboard crate, being shipped over some large body of water on a barge, (I presumed that it was the ocean). And after that first despairing realization swept over me like cold water, I realized that I had also found one of my greater weaknesses while I was at it.

I got seasick.

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Several hours, or it could have been days, later, I realized that I had a roommate. The box was very low in height, only two and a half feet, but it was about six feet long, so I could stretch a little bit once my arms were properly unpinned. I felt sick and depressed, loathed the sea, and cursed the being that had done this to me, though I still had no idea how I had come to be in here.

Also, I had discovered that I had a roommate: a monkey, to be exact. He had wide, black eyes full of mischief, and was also seasick like myself. Unfortunately, somebody had left two pills of a medicine called Dramamine in the corner of our crate. Two pills. The monkey had eaten one, which stopped him throwing up and trying to tickle me as his victim, because the side effects of the medicine caused him to go to sleep.

I, amazed at this sudden miracle, immediately took the other pill. Since there was no water, I chewed it. That was one of the grander mistakes that I had made in my life, because the pill's manufacturers obviously had no creativity when it came to artificial flavoring: the pill tasted remarkably like toilet paper.

Regardless to its loathsome taste, however, it did its job well enough. After fifteen minutes of choking spasms, my head hung limp on my shoulder in the corner of the crate, unable to keep my eyes open. The soft snoring sounds of my roommate lulled me asleep. The sea continued its violent wrestling against the sides of the barge, and my stomach churned accordingly.

My dreams were of the ocean: deep, blue, evil. Forever going up and down, up and down…

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When I awoke, there was something noticeably different about my confinement. There was light. I was so grateful that I knelt as well as I could in the small space and kissed the ground. The wind had battered the cardboard crate so that the lock had come partially off, and let in a miniscule ray of sunshine: now I could tell time.

By then, I was too sick to think of anything but staying conscious. No more revenge, no more cursing my jailers, no more room for anything but to bemoan my fate and…it pained me to admit that I felt a slight twinge of fear at both the thought of not landing soon and landing. Once the barge touched land, what would become of me? The monkey was no doubt a new attraction for a zoo, but what of me?

For only the second time in my life, I felt utterly and completely helpless, lost. I was being shipped across the ocean in a cardboard box with a monkey for a roommate, I was seasick, and I had currently no way to kill the creators of Dramamine.

Oh, woe was I!

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By the seventh day in the crate, I found myself fervently wishing for my room back in the palace, for Iago and Jala, and even for the street rat and his friends. I vowed that I would spare them when I took over Agrabah and they would be highly ranking, if only there was a force on the earth that could save me from this…this…this living nightmare that I could never have dreamed.

I feared for my sanity, though I had little enough of that left even when I had not left Agrabah yet. When my feet next touched land, I swore to myself that I would kiss the land fifty times, forgive any wrongs the monkey had ever done to me, (one of his greater wrongs included pooing onto the hem of my robe), and beg forgiveness from Jala and the others.

If I ever made it back to Agrabah.

After the eighth day, I stopped trying to keep track of time. More Dramamine pills were handed in, which I ate. The new flavors included nail polish, rum, (my favorite flavor), and artificial cherry. I slept in the day from the effects of the Dramamine, and wailed so loudly at night from my nightmares that even the monkey got annoyed and chattered and pinched my arms.

At last, after what seemed like a torturous eternity, I heard the loveliest sound in the world: a horn, announcing that land was in sight.

Eagerly, I tried in vain to peer out of the crack in the side of the crate, but I could see nothing but a tad of dawn sunlight. In desperate happiness, I nearly strangled the monkey, (which I had secretly named Jack) in my disastrous attempt to hug him. Then, I waited like an angel, if not patiently, in the corner of my crate, for the barge to reach the holy sanctuary named "land".

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At long last, the barge was being unloaded. Voices outside chattered in a language that I didn't recognize with smooth words and lots of clicking. At last, my box was unlatched, and in peered a very surprised young boy's face. His skin was very pale, with quite a sprinkling of freckles. "Lookey what I've got here!" he said to another man. I didn't understand what he had said. The strange words were new.

The monkey instantly leaped out. I dove out of the crate before anybody could make a move, and ran up the sandy beach. As soon as I had reached a sheltered hole on the sand, I kissed the ground fifty times, and sang a long song about my happiness. Then, worry about where I was dawned on me. Slowly, cautiously, I crawled out of the hole, my torn robes dragging sand.

I turned around. I was looking a large, green sign in the face. Oh, so the language the strange men had been speaking was English. I had studied enough to know how to read and write it quite fluently, but my accent in speaking was atrocious. I was able to interpret what the sign said, in large white letters against the green background:

"WELCOME TO IRVINE"

A/N: Lol, my take on Jafar's little journey. Irvine is a little town on the southern coast of California.